So you see you have the choice as to how you weild your truth. How you learn or teach, how you create or destroy. They are both within you and you have the power of the will to make it so.
Decisions as far as who you are or what you are here to do lie within for all the answers dwell within.
The light that shines within is the guiding force, like a lighthouse on the shore.
Friday, May 28, 2010
On the Truth
What is Truth?
What does it mean to "tell the truth"?
Honesty is a knowingness, firmament beneath your feet. It is a 'ringing' in the heart. It is a feeling of absoluteness and unwavering standing on its own, unabated.
Truth and honesty are inherently linked. Truth being the Subject while honesty is more the context. You know truth, you speak with honesty. There is no need to hide beneath layers or symbols, no need for worry or misunderstanding. For any wrinkle can be easily smoothed out with a gentle hand and warm compress.
We speak about truth because it is important that we are able to find this within ourselves. It is a thick skin of sorts in that you build up the trust within yourself so that even when the storm may come to rattle you, that pillar of truth and knowingness within tethers you anywhere.
There is a place inside your heart so massive, so solid that nothing will ever rock it. We can never just tell you, you must find your own way. This is key. No one can tell you what is Truth for you. No one. Only you. You are.
So many people want to tell you and think they have all the answers. Perhaps they do and it is the truth for them but it doesn't have to be the truth for you. To thine self be true.
It is time that we not fear our own truth or rest upon her laurels, but stand with her openly and proud for we have found our strength again, we have found ourselves at the root of it, we have faced the ugly thing in the eye and seen it for what it truly is, our center. So let whatever it is that comes from your center shine. Let it radiate from within.
Once you have accepted the light of truth into your life, the falsities begin to peel away and the colors of the world can be seen with new eyes; with clarity. You can begin to pull and peek and poke around the world with a renewed sense of joy and love.
Some people have tried very hard to create truths for themselves, some have been more or less successful. Some may ignore their truth entirely and rely on the word or deeds of others to find their truth.
I imagine my truth to be a great lion. It stands to my side ready to stamp out lies, armed with ferocity and grace. The lion is strong minded and centered. It can call upon the pack for assistance but also relishes in conquering its prey solo. Truth is mighty and strong, an able match for any opponent.
There must be the balance of grace and delicate use of the lions force. Love being the ultimate equalizer allows the adept to use the power and fierce nature of the lion with the love and unity of all things and one of the first great truths of all creation.
I Am
What does it mean to "tell the truth"?
Honesty is a knowingness, firmament beneath your feet. It is a 'ringing' in the heart. It is a feeling of absoluteness and unwavering standing on its own, unabated.
Truth and honesty are inherently linked. Truth being the Subject while honesty is more the context. You know truth, you speak with honesty. There is no need to hide beneath layers or symbols, no need for worry or misunderstanding. For any wrinkle can be easily smoothed out with a gentle hand and warm compress.
We speak about truth because it is important that we are able to find this within ourselves. It is a thick skin of sorts in that you build up the trust within yourself so that even when the storm may come to rattle you, that pillar of truth and knowingness within tethers you anywhere.
There is a place inside your heart so massive, so solid that nothing will ever rock it. We can never just tell you, you must find your own way. This is key. No one can tell you what is Truth for you. No one. Only you. You are.
So many people want to tell you and think they have all the answers. Perhaps they do and it is the truth for them but it doesn't have to be the truth for you. To thine self be true.
It is time that we not fear our own truth or rest upon her laurels, but stand with her openly and proud for we have found our strength again, we have found ourselves at the root of it, we have faced the ugly thing in the eye and seen it for what it truly is, our center. So let whatever it is that comes from your center shine. Let it radiate from within.
Once you have accepted the light of truth into your life, the falsities begin to peel away and the colors of the world can be seen with new eyes; with clarity. You can begin to pull and peek and poke around the world with a renewed sense of joy and love.
Some people have tried very hard to create truths for themselves, some have been more or less successful. Some may ignore their truth entirely and rely on the word or deeds of others to find their truth.
I imagine my truth to be a great lion. It stands to my side ready to stamp out lies, armed with ferocity and grace. The lion is strong minded and centered. It can call upon the pack for assistance but also relishes in conquering its prey solo. Truth is mighty and strong, an able match for any opponent.
There must be the balance of grace and delicate use of the lions force. Love being the ultimate equalizer allows the adept to use the power and fierce nature of the lion with the love and unity of all things and one of the first great truths of all creation.
I Am
Monday, May 17, 2010
Great power and what you do with it
those of you who have great power, and there are many of you who do, we might remind you that that which you dole out, so you can expect to receive. There are some among you who choose to dole out hatred and so much hatred is sent to you and you use that hatred to fuel even more hatred until it has consumes you. There are some among you who choose to dole out worry as if the world wants not only to deal with its own problems, it must now carry yours as well, or your worry of them. There are even some still who dole out punishment, or directives or commands to suit their whims, so to will they be punished directed and commanded.
Some however, have found within themselves the will to love instead. To dole this vibration out into the world more than any other. Can you guess what will happen to them?
And when the world cycles back the full weight of the love they have been doling out into the world, hold tight, because even those who are reaping the lower vibrations will feel the wake of this love. It will shake every being in all of creation for that love will be so great it will consume us all.
Love and light
and the Power to do what is right.
Some however, have found within themselves the will to love instead. To dole this vibration out into the world more than any other. Can you guess what will happen to them?
And when the world cycles back the full weight of the love they have been doling out into the world, hold tight, because even those who are reaping the lower vibrations will feel the wake of this love. It will shake every being in all of creation for that love will be so great it will consume us all.
Love and light
and the Power to do what is right.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Past Life After after thoughts
Upon thinking about the information now after thinking about a little more I feel inclined to include more information that is coming through now.
When I think of the first life information it makes some sense to me in that and this might sound really ridiculous, but I was a gynormous Buffy The Vampire Slayer fan in my late teen early twenty years, my specific fascination being with the Spike character, to such degree it propelled me into the graphic arts to compete with other nerdy Spiketts making tribute banners and avatars for one another in creative appreciation for the show we all loved to love. The idea of literally drinking blood with this body is disgusting, but when imagining another beings desire to do that, I am not disgusted, simply intrigued but more sympathetic, what a painful thing it would be for someone who felt the connection to all that is yet is physically compelled to take the life of another. Inner turmoil and conflict that could last lifetimes. I am so sad just thinking about it now. strange and irrational huh, none the less, it is what comes out.
To the crippled ear life I can say that I have drawn a picture of that event but when I went to write the blog twice I miss typed the story my grandfather told me, the story I included in my original blog, but the miss type was that the man crippled ear cut his own ear off in defense or defiance, neither of which to my logical mind makes any sense. So I decided to include the story I had heard repeatedly growing up instead.
To the third life I can say that This woman was bathes in light and seems as if she had fallen a great distance. I felt when the information was being pulled through that she was very light and very bright and to the right if that makes any sense.
She was very certainly a she though any man would give her their ear in an instant for she was so clear as a bell, so resonant that any being would fancy a chat with her. Wise, eager to help. I perceive her environment as bright light, columns and streams of it. You can sort of jump into currents to travel to places, between places, there are many paths of light that have been worn over time from others who have traveled. You know how to get there you just must let yourself see it in your minds eye. She see the currents are pulling more people in a certain direction.
This is her job, to monitor the flow of some of these channels. important work. difficult and sometimes very, there is no word, it is across between stern and sad and compassionate and decisive and discernment. In other words, to play the balance of power verses guidance, she must take a myriad of variables into consideration. I can imagine her from a very high perspective watching currents of colored light flowing over a massive circuit board the size of 10 lane freeways criss crossing in every direction.
SUDDENLY IT RAINS. And I am reminded of my reoccurring dream i had when I was a kid.
It was of three images repeating like flashing one after the other:
one was a white house with flowers in the front yard, purple and blue ones, but it wasn't a happy house but it sure looked happy enough on the outside. I only ever could see it from the street, never from the inside only this lame cleche of a house.
Second image is of enormous, very powerful metal pistons, a whole set of them. They are pounding the rhythms fiercely and mechanically, cold hard, empty and persistent.
The third one I don't recall exactly only that I know there were three. The only thing I can guess is that it had to do with numbers because I have a vivid memory of going into the kitchen as a young child and seeing large sesame street like numbers, thick colorful numbers as real as day dancing on the cabinets and they scared the living daylights out of me.
I think her job might be a duty/honor/privilege to guard the flow. She takes it very seriously. I also have this image when I think of her that there is an eye very high on the wall of eyes and hers is near the top with her friends around her governing together. We are about to turn our collective gaze in a new direction and she and they will be leading/coordinating/guiding/guarding it isn't like we are the boss but we are the guardians. we guard.
She saw the flare of energy rising up on earth. Things were shifting. From her perspective all her lives past were incorporated fully so she could easily recall any pic of useful data at any second, the memories of her past experiences with nuclear power and explosions so when earth people had that power and the interest in that planet went up she turned her attention like the others upon her sphere.
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Well that is what I was got but then got distracted by the world her on earth again.. Ill talk to you soon
When I think of the first life information it makes some sense to me in that and this might sound really ridiculous, but I was a gynormous Buffy The Vampire Slayer fan in my late teen early twenty years, my specific fascination being with the Spike character, to such degree it propelled me into the graphic arts to compete with other nerdy Spiketts making tribute banners and avatars for one another in creative appreciation for the show we all loved to love. The idea of literally drinking blood with this body is disgusting, but when imagining another beings desire to do that, I am not disgusted, simply intrigued but more sympathetic, what a painful thing it would be for someone who felt the connection to all that is yet is physically compelled to take the life of another. Inner turmoil and conflict that could last lifetimes. I am so sad just thinking about it now. strange and irrational huh, none the less, it is what comes out.
To the crippled ear life I can say that I have drawn a picture of that event but when I went to write the blog twice I miss typed the story my grandfather told me, the story I included in my original blog, but the miss type was that the man crippled ear cut his own ear off in defense or defiance, neither of which to my logical mind makes any sense. So I decided to include the story I had heard repeatedly growing up instead.
To the third life I can say that This woman was bathes in light and seems as if she had fallen a great distance. I felt when the information was being pulled through that she was very light and very bright and to the right if that makes any sense.
She was very certainly a she though any man would give her their ear in an instant for she was so clear as a bell, so resonant that any being would fancy a chat with her. Wise, eager to help. I perceive her environment as bright light, columns and streams of it. You can sort of jump into currents to travel to places, between places, there are many paths of light that have been worn over time from others who have traveled. You know how to get there you just must let yourself see it in your minds eye. She see the currents are pulling more people in a certain direction.
This is her job, to monitor the flow of some of these channels. important work. difficult and sometimes very, there is no word, it is across between stern and sad and compassionate and decisive and discernment. In other words, to play the balance of power verses guidance, she must take a myriad of variables into consideration. I can imagine her from a very high perspective watching currents of colored light flowing over a massive circuit board the size of 10 lane freeways criss crossing in every direction.
SUDDENLY IT RAINS. And I am reminded of my reoccurring dream i had when I was a kid.
It was of three images repeating like flashing one after the other:
one was a white house with flowers in the front yard, purple and blue ones, but it wasn't a happy house but it sure looked happy enough on the outside. I only ever could see it from the street, never from the inside only this lame cleche of a house.
Second image is of enormous, very powerful metal pistons, a whole set of them. They are pounding the rhythms fiercely and mechanically, cold hard, empty and persistent.
The third one I don't recall exactly only that I know there were three. The only thing I can guess is that it had to do with numbers because I have a vivid memory of going into the kitchen as a young child and seeing large sesame street like numbers, thick colorful numbers as real as day dancing on the cabinets and they scared the living daylights out of me.
I think her job might be a duty/honor/privilege to guard the flow. She takes it very seriously. I also have this image when I think of her that there is an eye very high on the wall of eyes and hers is near the top with her friends around her governing together. We are about to turn our collective gaze in a new direction and she and they will be leading/coordinating/guiding/guarding it isn't like we are the boss but we are the guardians. we guard.
She saw the flare of energy rising up on earth. Things were shifting. From her perspective all her lives past were incorporated fully so she could easily recall any pic of useful data at any second, the memories of her past experiences with nuclear power and explosions so when earth people had that power and the interest in that planet went up she turned her attention like the others upon her sphere.
**************************************
Well that is what I was got but then got distracted by the world her on earth again.. Ill talk to you soon
Past Life Regression Meditation 1
This meditation occurred at Between 7:30 am and 8:07am today 5-16-2010
Process: I attempted to access the main branch of the Akashic library in the central sun. I imagined that I was in a library with large white pillars and glass or fine crystal windows floor to ceiling. It was all filling with fantastic light. At first I tried to imagine it mentally only and I heard "you were crippled ear. It was you who lost your ear" and I wrote it down on the paper. But then something instinctual happened. I closed my eyes again and this time when I looked through my minds eye I actually spoke aloud as if a small bookeeper came up to me to ask if I needed assistance, I said yes, I am looking for information on a past life, for you know. And I meagerly swiped my hands down from face to sternum, this being... I imagined the little man nod and walk away, then in an instant I was holding a black bound leather book. When the book opened it I could see only the darkest shades of red and black. I scribbled with my hands (in real time present what I was seeing in my minds eye) writing the following lines:
Life 1: much brutality
violent people high in sexual energy
hungry for life
thirsty for blood, they drank blood, male energy
Then I asked if I could see the most recent life before this one and this is what I received:
much sadness
she is in the higher realms, upper echelon
very bright, over achiever
she saw such anguish
she is seeing so much brutality and pain on earth
why why why
She must know why?!?! why!?!
she must see it for herself
so I am here
Toumblesd humbled
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The crippled ear thing relates to a story from my grandfathers side of the family, the greek side where I was told that our family name was Kousefdakis meaning "crippled ear" and the story being that a great grandfather was in battle where another man cut off his ear.
Process: I attempted to access the main branch of the Akashic library in the central sun. I imagined that I was in a library with large white pillars and glass or fine crystal windows floor to ceiling. It was all filling with fantastic light. At first I tried to imagine it mentally only and I heard "you were crippled ear. It was you who lost your ear" and I wrote it down on the paper. But then something instinctual happened. I closed my eyes again and this time when I looked through my minds eye I actually spoke aloud as if a small bookeeper came up to me to ask if I needed assistance, I said yes, I am looking for information on a past life, for you know. And I meagerly swiped my hands down from face to sternum, this being... I imagined the little man nod and walk away, then in an instant I was holding a black bound leather book. When the book opened it I could see only the darkest shades of red and black. I scribbled with my hands (in real time present what I was seeing in my minds eye) writing the following lines:
Life 1: much brutality
violent people high in sexual energy
hungry for life
thirsty for blood, they drank blood, male energy
Then I asked if I could see the most recent life before this one and this is what I received:
much sadness
she is in the higher realms, upper echelon
very bright, over achiever
she saw such anguish
she is seeing so much brutality and pain on earth
why why why
She must know why?!?! why!?!
she must see it for herself
so I am here
Toumblesd humbled
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The crippled ear thing relates to a story from my grandfathers side of the family, the greek side where I was told that our family name was Kousefdakis meaning "crippled ear" and the story being that a great grandfather was in battle where another man cut off his ear.
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